The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"It's been seven days."

Bayi Yonglin gently drew a vertical line on the wooden table with her fingers. If she looked carefully, she saw that there were already six neat vertical lines arranged in front of this vertical line.

Eternal Pavilion is located deep in the Lost Bamboo Forest, hiding under the dense bamboos that block the sky and the sun. Even in the noisy day, it feels quiet and relaxing, with a unique flavor.

In the courtyard where the fragrance of tea overflowed, a strange wind suddenly blew outside, and there was a mysterious smell in the air. Bayi Yonglin, who had closed her eyes to rest, slowly opened her eyes, facing the sudden appearance in front of her. The unexpected visitor didn't seem surprised.

"If possible, I still want to ask you to walk in through the gate, Yakumo Murasaki."

"You are so callous, Yong Lin."

The gap monster that traveled through the gap unceremoniously sat across from Yong Lin, and took Yong Lin's tea into his own hands.

Yakumo Murasaki, who was just smelling the tea, casually put down the teacup in her hand and said calmly: "Is this a warning?"

"No, it's advice."

"Haha, okay then," Yakumo Purple smiled, a hint of undetectable fatigue flashing in her eyes: "If we can remember it next time."

Eirin lowered her gaze wordlessly, glanced at the teacup that was snatched away by Yakumo Murasaki, and then silently took a new one from the side and placed it in front of her.

Every time Yakumo Murasaki comes to Eternal Tei to meet her, she always likes to make a pot of tea, although she can only drink a small cup, and she knows that Yakumo Purple will never drink what she brews. Tea.

So why does she do such unnecessary things?

I don’t know, some things are meaningless in the first place. Even if you reluctantly put a label on it and give it a name, its essence will not change. Things without meaning will never be meaningful.

"How are things going outside?" Yong Lin made another cup of tea for herself, but deliberately pushed the tea cup away, as if she had no intention of drinking.

"Fortunately, with the help of Yama, we finally got it under control."

Yakumo Zi half-closed her eyes, and her gaze fell on the falling bamboo leaves in the yard, which was faintly profound. She sighed and said: "Maybe that is the true posture of the monster."

"what do you mean?"

"That bird head from hell," Yakumo Purple stretched out her hand to rub her sore eyes, and said quietly: "It's just like a perpetual motion machine. It's been noisy for seven days and it still hasn't stopped. To be honest, we're all a little impressed. her."

"It seems that things are not going well, Lingwu Lukong, the hell crow thing."

Bayi Yonglin said with a half-smile: "But it's normal, isn't it? After all, her most important master is missing. As a pet, isn't it natural for her to be anxious?"

"But that's a bit too much, isn't it?" Yakumo Murasaki glanced at Eirin who looked relaxed with half-closed eyes, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "It was great to leave her in the old hell."

"How to say?"

"No matter what it becomes, we won't feel bad about it. It was originally a dilapidated place."

Saying that, Yakumo Purple raised his head and looked at the colorful light curtain that still existed in the sky, and said to Eirin: "Speaking of which, we are still a little surprised. Eirin, you actually said the same thing as Yama."

"Who knows, what are you talking about?" Bayi Yonglin fiddled with the tea set on the table, looking a little absent-minded.

"Don't pretend to be stupid," Yakumo Purple put away her formal smile: "You have an eye in the old hell. When the bird head wants to go to the surface, you find us as soon as possible to stop her. In terms of timing, We reached it almost at the same time as Yama."

The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant. The air in the tea room seemed to have been deliberately disturbed. The mess made people a little upset. The rustling leaves fell to the ground like crazy. This fanaticism of chasing death made people feel palpitated.

"Now, why?" Yakumo Purple sat up straight, stared at Eirin seriously and asked, "Why can't that hell crow come to the ground?"

As a monster sage, Yakumo Murasaki has a natural sense of oppression, but she usually tries hard to hide this, but now, she bursts out her aura without reservation.

People who don't usually get angry will be very scary when they get angry, so people who are usually not serious will definitely not be a fuel-efficient lamp when they are serious.

In good conscience, Yashi Eirin is much stronger than Yakumo Murasaki, but even so, she is not willing to break up with him.

The battle between beasts is about whose teeth are sharper and whose claws are more hurtful. Even if Yashi Eirin can kill Yakumo Murasaki with one bite, she will definitely have a piece of skin ripped off before killing her opponent.

As one of the three great sages of the Moon City, Yonglin, the Eight-Mind of the Moon, is mysophobic. She likes elegance and hates barbarism.

She would never reach out to touch a beast that could be killed with a bow and arrow, let alone pounce on it with all her heart and bite it like a beast.

Therefore, Yachi Eirin would not meet Yakumo Shibeirong unless absolutely necessary. Sometimes she even enjoyed the delicate balance between the two.

If it was possible to easily kill Yakumo Murasaki with the help of others, Yashi Eirin would do it without blinking an eye. But if she had to put herself on the battlefield, then she would rather watch the other person attack her every day. Shout out in front of you.

Yakumo Murasaki's seriousness at this moment, Yashi Eirin could not escape. Both of them figured out each other's bottom line, and then played on the edge of the line like stepping on a tightrope. This was a tacit understanding of meeting their opponents.

Now that Yakumo Purple is sticking to her bottom line, she can choose to take a step back, give up more of the bottom line, and get it back later, or she can choose to take the initiative and stick to the opponent's bottom line. Let both parties take a step back.

Bayi Yonglin chose the latter.

"Make a deal."

Bayi Yonglin suddenly stretched out a finger and flicked out the filled teacup in front of her. The teacup turned into crumbs in the air, and the tea in it was instantly evaporated.

After placing two teacups between the two of them, Yayi Yonglin filled them with tea, and then said: "I will tell you the secret behind this matter, which is called exchange. I need you to tell me a secret as well."

"Fair enough," Yakumo Murasaki nodded and asked, "Then, in exchange, Eirin, what do you want to know?"

"A very simple thing, so simple that everyone selectively forgets it," Yachi Eirin looked deeply at Yakumo Murasaki, paused and said, "Why do you want to build Gensokyo?"

Hearing this, Yakumo Purple's pupils narrowed slightly. He was about to speak but was interrupted by Yashi Eirin: "Wait a minute, my question is wrong. I don't care about the reason at first. I'm just curious, why do you want to ask so many questions?" The power is concentrated in Gensokyo?"

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"If it's a perfunctory reason, there's no need to mention it. In the underworld, hell, the other side, I'm afraid you have a matchmaker in Youdingtian, right?"

"Why?" Yachi Eirin revealed her unprecedented strong desire for knowledge in front of Yakumo Murasaki for the first time, and she had deep doubts that she had hidden for a long time.

"What is it for? In my opinion, to build such an impenetrable 'paradise' and gather multiple terrifying forces, there is only one thing you can do, and that is to guard against the existence of an enemy."

"Then, let me ask another question," Yachi Eirin narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Yakumo Murasaki, what are you afraid of?"

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